Hello whom ever is reading this. Well, I guess I'll tell you a tale. A tale of a life owned by someone with a tortured soul. I bet you can't guess. Well, duh, of corse it's my cats. Just kidding smile It's me. Poor battered and bruised soul. crying I wish I could help you but I can't. Sorry if this is getting boring. I think of something to write. hmmmmm..........what should I talk about? I KNOW!!! I'll talk about death. Well, death to me is just apart of life. But when it's someone I know, it's sad, but I can never cry. I want to because it's that sad, but, it just won't come out. The only thing that does come out is furrious things that hide inside me. I hurt inside for a while until something I enjoy rips the pain. But the pain somehow repairs itself. I wanted to find a way out of the painful darkness. It took me a while to figure out that, so many people have died that I loved very much, that I should simply accept the darkness, bring it closer, so the negative charge that was being exchanged would become a positive one. So far, it's been working. But I hope it doesn't come and stab me in the back. It's taken me many deaths to figure out what could help me get over them. Since my father died at my age of 3.5 until the most recent death of my grandfather at my age of 14. I used to have a big family, but since I've come into it, they start to fade away and dissapeare. Oh, and one more thing before I go, I still don't cry.
GodsGirl-SatansSpawn · Tue Aug 02, 2005 @ 05:00pm · 17 Comments |